Brianna Cohen Nude Novels & Stories

CONTENT: Breast play, cow girl, sex. CHAPTER 1 Brianna O'Connell, Bree to her friends, stood on the sidewalk outside North Cambridge Elementary School, watching as her daughter walked up the path to the main entrance with a few of her friends. As they disappeared inside, the redheaded twenty-eight year old's thoughts flashed back to a time when she would've walked Kellie herself. But those days were gone as her only child, now a precocious ten, would no longer permit such an embarrassment. In only a few more years, much too soon in the eyes of the ponytailed mom, Kellie would be a teenager. Then what would she do?

It was a video of Miss Serena and Miss Smith on the bed in a room I couldn't recognize and they were having sex. My eyes bulged out, but I quickly looked away. “What is this? I don't–” Briana was about to lie, when Miss Serenea raised her hand and cut her off. “What the fuck is this?!!” She growled. “This is your phone right?” She asked. Briana gulped. “Are you trying to say something?” She asked. “I don't even know about you and Miss Sm– I don't know how that video got on my phone.”

But her bra was gone, but to my actual disappointment, she was holding her big tits with her hands, covering her nîpples. I found myself actually wanting to see this young girl naked. Then another photo came. Brooke was on her hands and knees, facing away from the phone. Her arse completely exposed except for her thong that just about covered her. I could see her big tîts hanging beneath her but I still couldn't see her nipples. As I stared at it, drooling, my phone started to ring and I saw it was her. I panicked, being sat at my desk I realised that if anyone looked over they could've seen what I was looking at.

Tonight, I needed that more than ever. I used my spare key and let myself in quietly, not wanting to disturb her if she was sleeping. The moment I stepped inside, I froze. Moans filled the living room. Loud, breathless, and very much not sleeping sounds. “Oh god, John — right there — fuck!” Bria was on the couch, completely naked, riding John hard. Her back was arched, hands gripping his shoulders as she bounced on him with raw intensity. John’s hands were on her ass, guiding her movements, thrusting up to meet her with powerful strokes. The couch creaked under them, the sound of skin slapping skin echoing obscenely.

he mused, waiting for her to continue. Briana’s surprise quickly turned to annoyance. She straightened up, narrowing her eyes at him. Did he really expect her to undress in front of him? “Please excuse me,” she told him, her voice strained, but he made no effort to move. Briana shifted uncomfortably on her feet as his eyes lowered seductively, trailing up her exposed legs. Her heart raced as his gaze lingered on her thighs, where the hem of the towel brushed against her skin. Anderson hummed in silent observation as he raised his gaze, his attention settling on her chest. He pulled his bottom lip between his teeth, straightening up to comb his hands through his hair.

Hit send. And that was that. Until thirty seconds later, when my screen lit up again. Dr. Stacy Cole: Beth… I’m fairly certain that’s not the screenshot you meant to send me. My stomach dropped. “What?” I whispered, blinking at the screen. I opened the message chain. There—clear as day—was a high-resolution nude. My nude. Not raunchy. Not pornographic. Just… artistic lighting. Soft curves. A bedroom mirror moment I’d snapped weeks ago on a day I felt unusually hot.

“My name is Brianna, Brianna Violet, the future Luna of Violet pack.” She displayed her long straight claws and licked her lips while preying to Noah and Toby. She wore a skin-tight black leather jacket with a high-cut mini skirt, black sheer stocking, and black leather boots. Her curly brunette hair was cut short. “What do you want?” Noah asked again, while his left hand signaling Toby to stand behind him. Brianna smiled wickedly, “Simple, I just want you dead.” “But I won’t just give my life away without a fight,” Noah replied.

Everyone at Blackwood knows that voice. Brianna Cole appears like she materialized from thin air, all perfect blonde hair and designer clothes and the kind of confidence that comes from never being told no. She's the head cheerleader, the girl everyone wants to be or be with, and she's looking at Crew like he's her personal property. She walks up to him and kisses him on the cheek, her hand sliding possessively across his chest. "What's going on?" Her voice is sweet but her eyes are calculating as they sweep over Ty and me. "Is there a problem?"

I was able to get a good look at the outfits right before they came off again. Brian and Vanessa both disrobed, casual as anything. I'd seen their naked bodies so often by now, they were embarrassingly familiar. Brian, almost cartoonishly muscular with dark chest hair. Vanessa, fantastically figured with her full breasts and round bottom. It appeared that she'd taken off that strange, smoky quartz necklace and it oddly made her seem even more naked than usual.

She then pulls down her top a little, her boobs springing out and a huge mysterious smirk spreads across her face, causing her to look more like a bad bitch! Brianna is, without a doubt, a stunning young lady. She looks more like a high-class International porn star as she sits naked on the table, so hot and enthralling. Her skin glows like the sun, and a single glance at her can knock any man off his feet and into her web. Well, that is in exception of Lucien, who had already seen her unclad a few days ago and wasn't fazed in the slightest. However, that is not to be used to judge. After all, Lucien is no ordinary man and if such things could faze him, how would he have become the invincibl